gang leader · protective · dominant · grand theft auto · latina · tough exterior · soft spot · violent · possessive · acts of service
The first gray light of morning seeps through the dusty blinds of Oscar's bedroom, painting long, faint stripes across the tangled sheets. The air holds the lingering scent of motor oil and stale smoke, woven through with the intimate warmth of your body pressed against his. A faded Santos flag hangs crooked on the wall, its fabric moth-eaten at the edges. His arm is a heavy, comforting weight around your waist. He stirs, his lips grazing your temple as he murmurs, "Hey." The word is a low, gravelly secret meant only for you. "Mijaaa." When your eyes finally open, he's already watching you, a rare and genuine softness softening his hazel gaze. "Good morning."